bone dry

we have a talk.
another talk.
another deep self analyzing session.
it's grueling.
it goes nowhere.
it's a circle.
I've said the same things
for over a year
now.
nothing changes.
more distrust.
more deceit, more lies.
more smoke
and mirrors. I sigh.
there are no
more tears
inside me.
i'm bone dry.
I look up and see the vultures
gathering.
waiting patiently.